A commissioned work from another fan. Hope you all enjoy the read!
Megan resisted the urge to check her makeup again. She was nervous and fidgety, sitting at the table, unsure what to do with herself. She pulled her phone out of her handbag again, something to do while she waited, her eyes watching the restaurant, scanning to make sure her date hadn't arrived. The room was filled with tables of couples primarily, younger professionals in this part of town, all people her age of late twenties, laughing and having a good time as food was served before them.
"Quarter to eight." Megan muttered, the time flashing up on her phone screen. Her date was fifteen minutes late now. The fear that she was going to be stood up was creeping into the back of her mind. This was her first date in nearly a year, and now she was starting to remember why she didn't do this anymore.
A waiter walked up beside her table, smiling, far too energetic for her liking. "Madam, would you like me to get you a drink while you wait?" He clasped his hands behind his back, that big toothy grin on his face.
"Um yeah, I guess." Megan felt like she was sweating, in all the wrong areas, her nerves flooding out. "Something non-acholic, soft drink? Oh, no wait, a milkshake? Chocolate?"
The selection seemed to displease the waiter for a moment, but his forced smile returned quickly. "I can see what Chef can do for you madam. Special request for a lady."
He walked away, Megan thanking him, as she continued to wait. That was one thing about being pregnant she guessed, and definitely being this pregnant: people often made exceptions for her. Her sweater was bunching up over her belly, which was now the size of a beachball and very swollen. Her giant stomach was on display for everyone, hanging out and resting on top of her legs, everyone keenly aware she was close to popping.
Even her belly button was all engorged, a big nub on the end of her belly, jutting out in front of her. Her hands rested on the swell of her curve, never far off caressing her bulge, and as her hands went further down her stomach, causing her to lean forward to do so, her palms grazed her protruding belly button, and she felt a shiver run through her body.
It had gotten so sensitive lately. She hadn't realized that was ever going to be a problem with her pregnancy, but every time she touched it...
"Not here." She put her hands back on top of her belly, resisting the urge to continue. She didn't want to cause a scene in the restaurant. Luckily, a distraction from her sensitive belly button walked in and Megan looked up to the entrance of the restaurant to see her enter, and she got twice as nervous.
Just from looking at her Megan could feel her bubbly personality, the sweetness pouring out of her. She was blonde, with golden hair that cascaded down her neck in waves, a bright pink smile, and baby blue eyes. The waiter took her name, and began walking her over to Megan's table. She was shorter than Megan, by a few inches, but had quite the athletic frame, making it obvious she worked out. And of course, she was sporting a very large, very pregnant bump herself.
"Your table madam." The waiter said with a smile.
Megan stood up, a little slow and uncomfortable because of her weight and balance with her pregnancy, but she had a big smile on her face. It was only then, as she looked at her date, did she realize. "We're wearing the same sweater."
The other pregnant woman, eyes wide open, looked at them both. Sure enough, they had the same green fluffy sweater on, both of them too tight and small to fit over their large frames, bunched up under their breasts. They were both surprised, and then started giggling.
"Well! Isn't that something!" The blonde extended her hand to Megan. "Bridget."
"Megan. Nice to finally meet you after talking for so long!" The handshake was awkward. Megan didn't know if she should have hugged her, or perhaps moved around to help her sit down. It had been far too long since she'd been on a date and she didn't know what to do. Instead, the waiter moved behind Bridget first, pushing her chair in for her when she sat down, and then did the same for Megan.
"Could I get you a drink madam?" He asked Bridget.
"Sure! What are you having?" She asked Megan.
"Um, I ordered a chocolate milkshake."
"Oh that sounds amazing! Another one of those please."
"Yes madam." The waiter left, leaving the two pregnant women alone. There was a brief awkward pause, both of them a little shy.
"I like your hair!" Bridget said, cracking the ice first. "It's longer now than in your photos."
"Thanks!" Megan self-consciously tossed some of her red locks over her shoulder, smiling. "I don't think I've had a cut or style in months."
"Well it looks good on you." Bridget said with a wide grin. "I wish I looked as good as you do with red hair. It doesn't suit me."
"Well lucky for you I like blondes." Bridget blushed, but she smiled even wider. Megan herself blushed at that too. She was so embarrassing. "So, umm, I guess elephant in the room, or bellies in this case: how long until you're due?"
"Six weeks now." Bridget nodded. "Due on the seventeenth." She patted her own belly with a big smile. "Having a boy. The parents are thrilled, I've met them a few times, really nice people. Yourself?"
"Four weeks for me. Girl. I've only met the parents once, I'll be meeting them again the delivery room, they really want to be there. I don't meet the parents too often."
"How many surrogacies is this for you now?"
